The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive steel beams are stacked on top of each other, forming a latticework that supports the weight of a decrepit, rusting ship, somehow lodged in the middle of a vast, arid desert. Umm, the air's hot and dry, and I can feel this weird, intense pressure building in my ears, like before a storm. Sand's being blown around in every direction by strong gusts of wind, but the ship's completely still, not creaking or swaying at all, like it's rooted in place. The sound of waves crashing is coming from inside the ship's hull, where the desert sand is pooling into miniature dunes.